My lover is this organization

Chapter 277 Sister Bei: I want them all!

"Is that all? Aren't you afraid that they will turn against you later?"

After leaving the warehouse, Vermouth, who was following behind, couldn't help but asked with her arms folded across her chest.

"And I feel like my visit here doesn't seem to have any real effect."

"Um--"

Qin Wuque pondered as he walked to the sports car and opened the door. He immorally gathered together the large ball of used and suspicious white tissue paper that was stuffed in the door, rolled it into a ball, took it out and threw it into a tall pile of grass nearby, leaving it to degrade naturally.

"Whether or not they will betray us is a very mysterious thing to say. No one can guarantee it 100%. It only takes a moment for people's hearts to change. It's better to say that there are huge problems with Rum's loyalty algorithm system itself. Fortunately, the top leaders of the intelligence organization were greedy enough to find these cannon fodders who know nothing but a sense of justice to be undercover. Otherwise, if they just colluded, they would have deceived Rum into a state of confusion."

"right."

"And Sister Bei, if you say that your trip is meaningless, then I don't agree. If I am the only one present, then they might think that I am teasing them, but if you are also present, then it basically represents half of the organization's Japanese branch." Qin Wuque said.

He then added another sentence.

"You know, to some extent, Sister Bei, your position in the organization is higher than that of Captain Qin and Rum in their eyes."

"Reason?" Vermouth became interested.

"The reason is - Rum can command the captain of the piano band, but he can't command you, Sister Bei, right?" Qin Wuque said as he got into the car and started the car.

"It seems... that's the truth." Vermouth thought about it and nodded in agreement.

She walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Her slender legs wrapped in a black patent leather tights drew beautiful arcs in the air.

"So what do we do next? You're not going to call me out for this little thing and then ask me to go back and sit on the bench afterward, right?"

Vermouth adjusted her long golden wavy hair, rested her elbow on the car window, supported her cheek with her hand, glanced sideways at the dog head in the driver's seat and said meaningfully.

"The term 'being benched' is a bit too much..." Qin Wuque was slightly embarrassed.

"Why aren't you on the bench?" Vermouth glared. "Don't you think about how long it has been since you last lived in the organization's base? You've been very happy with the Miyano sisters in your villa every day, right? And even that woman Gin has the key to your villa, so why don't I have one?"

"This... I remember I should have given you, Sister Bei, the key to your villa, right?" Qin Wuque held his head with both hands.

"Yes, it was there, but then it disappeared inexplicably." Vermouth glanced out the window.

"Gone?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that Captain Qin had the key to his house for no apparent reason. This...hiss~

It seems like the next move seemed to understand something, combined with the previous operation of Sister Bayonet flipping over the captain's computer... these two people are really evenly matched and hurting each other.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque decisively took off the house key from his key chain and handed it to Vermouth.

"Then you can take mine, Sister Bei."

"Um……"

Vermouth took it without thinking, without much expression throughout, as if it was a matter of course. Only after she held it in her palm did she blink and say.

"By the way, you gave me the key, so what are you going to do if you go back by yourself?"

"I can……"

Qin Wuque originally wanted to say that he could ask Mingmei or Shirley to help open the door, but after thinking about it, he felt like he would die if he said that, so he changed to a more euphemistic way of saying it.

"I can always find a way to go back to my own home."

"You might as well not change your words." Vermouth snorted, "It's great, there will be someone to help open the door when I get home, I also want this kind of treatment."

Hint... No, this is already an explicit hint!

"Then Sister Bei, please return the key to me." Qin Wuque stretched out his hand eagerly, "When you come, Sister Bei, I will come out to help you open the door, how about that?"

"Don't~"

Vermouth raised her chin slightly, her aqua eyes flashing with the pride of a queen.

"Not only do I want you to open the door for me, but I also want you to have the right to come and go as you please. I want it all!"

"Oh——" a dog head said in amazement.

Belmode keenly noticed the change in Qin Wuque's expression, and immediately squinted and asked, "What's that expression on your face?"

"It's nothing. It just feels like I haven't seen you, Sister Bei, with such a queen-like expression for a long time." Qin Wuque said, scratching his head.

"Yes." Vermouth also said, "Maybe you are more familiar with my expression?"

After saying that, she quickly made a gesture of sticking out her tongue, rolling her eyes up, making scissors hands and making Aba Aba gestures, and then she retracted her gestures even faster.

Under normal circumstances, Vermouth would never do such a thing, but since no one else would see it, she didn't care.

Besides, she often showed such an expression in front of Qin Wuque, almost... every time.

"Emmmm~"

Qin Wuque didn't dare to say anything and could only drive obediently.

The drive of more than ten minutes was not long. Before long, Qin Wuque and Vermouth returned to the organization’s base building.

After parking the car in the underground garage and taking the elevator up, Vermouth suddenly asked.

"What are you going to do with Curacao? If her memory doesn't recover, you can't just keep her with you, right?"

"Hmm..." Qin Wuque also frowned slightly, "When the memory is restored is a small matter, but I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"I'm very curious about how Rum managed to trick this silly girl into joining his team, especially since species like us generally have extremely strong personal subjective consciousness, just like a lion will not be commanded by an alpaca to carry grass obediently, so I can't understand how Rum controlled her."

"It's simple. Rum gave her a goal, or in other words, the meaning of life." Vermouth said.

"The reason why Curacao joined the organization was just a coincidence. Unfortunately, due to her unique memory ability, she accidentally remembered some secrets of the organization when she was still a peripheral member. She should have been secretly dealt with by the organization, but her talent was noticed by Rum, so she was saved and has been working under Rum ever since."

"Uh, no wonder... I think I understand."

Qin Wuque cried out, then covered his face tightly.

"To put it bluntly, the awakening of the bloodline is incomplete."

"Speak human language." Vermouth knocked his dog's head.

"To put it simply, the right and left brains of hybrids are in charge of morality and desire respectively. If the two parts are cut off by pontine splitting surgery, two completely different personalities will be formed, commonly known as schizophrenia. One half is an ordinary, cowardly thief, and the other half is a chaotic, evil tyrant. Under normal circumstances, these two personalities will reach unity. For example, if your left brain wants to be a polite gentleman, and your right brain tells you to be a polite gentleman, then the result of the unity is that you hide and sneakily do it without being discovered by others."

Qin Wuque paused.

"In Curacao's case, the two personalities are not completely separated, but they are not perfectly integrated either. So she will easily fall into the three major questions of life. She doesn't know who she is, and she doesn't know what she wants to do. At this time, as long as you give her a goal, she will easily obey you."

Qin Wuque actually hadn't said half a sentence yet, which was that this was also the reason why Curacao needed to use the Word Spirit through the medium of memory, while he could use it freely without restrictions.

He snapped his fingers crisply.

"Anyway, I have a solution."

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Chapter 278 Good elasticity

Qin Wuque promised Curacao that he would be back in about three hours, but it actually took him nearly four hours to go there and back, although 60% of the time was spent on clearing away heat and relieving internal heat with Vermouth.

Anyone would find four hours of waiting boring. Even for some people who are not interested in mobile phones, they would find it extremely unbearable even if they were given a high-end smartphone to play with for four hours. Not to mention that Curacao's phone was broken and he didn't even have a tool to relieve his boredom.

But she really waited for four hours and didn't go anywhere.

Because Qin Wuque did not give her the authorization card before he left, she would not be able to come back if she ran out secretly.

When he used the authorization card to confirm the door lock and opened the door, he saw Curacao sitting neatly on the bed facing the door, sitting upright with his hands resting on his knees wrapped in his suit, looking well behaved from head to toe.

Nothing had changed in the room, it was still the same as before, and if Qin Wuque remembered correctly, it seemed that Curacao was sitting there before he left.

It’s incredible, could it be that this silly girl just sat on the edge of the bed for four whole hours?

No way……

Qin Wuque was still thinking about this and that, but Curacao, who had been sitting on the bed for four hours, suddenly stood up.

She seemed to be very happy to see Qin Wuque coming back. She ran up to him, tilted her head to look left and right to make sure that there was no one else in the corridor outside the door, then pounced on him, hugged him tightly, and rubbed him intimately.

That's amazing, you really just have a cat?

Qin Wuque thought.

As for why “duang” was used instead of any other onomatopeia, it’s because... she is really too big and extremely elastic.

The most important thing is that Curacao is not wearing any underwear now.

Generally speaking, if a woman has a larger cup size, her bra will sag and expand to some extent when she is not wearing a bra. This is a very normal physical phenomenon. However, the Curacao bra can still maintain its good shape and elasticity even without the external force of the bra.

Qin Wuque didn't feel anything at first, but after this pounce, he really felt it.

Ah——so cool.

However, Qin Wuque did not enjoy it for long before he realized that something was wrong. Curacao was rubbing against his chest at first, but soon frowned, as if he had discovered an enemy, and began to sniff him carefully.

What do you smell? This is...

Qin Wuque was speechless.

He thought that apart from his own scent, the only other smell on his body was probably the scent of laundry detergent, or at worst... Miss Bayonet's body odor?

Wait, Bayley's body odor?

"I seem to have smelled this smell somewhere before." Curacao frowned even more tightly.

"What's that smell?" Qin Wuque asked puzzledly.

"It smells nasty, but I can't quite remember who it belongs to."

Curacao didn't even raise her head, she continued to sniff carefully, her expression becoming more solemn and puzzled.

It's very mysterious. Curacao's voice is more like a queen's, but a little hoarse. But in front of him, she seems like a younger sister.

And she is the kind of sister in the two-dimensional world who, after finding out that her brother has gone out with a strange woman, starts sniffing around and trying to catch him in the act.

Don’t ask why it’s not in the three-dimensional world, because there is no such sister in the three-dimensional world. There are only naughty kids in the three-dimensional world, so stop daydreaming.

"Okay, stop smelling it. Everything has been settled. Let's go home now, okay?" Qin Wuque raised his hand and wanted to pat Curacao's shoulder.

However, before he could slap her, he felt the Curacao who was clinging to him suddenly shake violently.

"Well!"

Curacao suddenly lowered her head, and a groan that seemed to contain unspeakable pain rose from her throat.

She let go of Qin Wuque, stumbled back two steps, hugged her head tightly, and her curvaceous body hunched over in great pain.

"Is this...memory is about to be restored?" Qin Wuque was a little uncertain.

He has never lost his memory, so he doesn't know what it will be like when his memory is restored. However, seeing that this is how people with amnesia are portrayed in TV dramas...he can only continue watching.

Just like Ethan's confusing behavior at the beginning of Resident Evil 8, as if he had been deleted and started over again, in the classic critical moment, he pestered others for explanations, in almost all movies and TV series, when there is a memory recovery scene, there will be someone who immediately rushes up to hug, and then keeps asking what's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong with you.

In fact, it's useless.

But we still have to do what we should do.

Qin Wuque made a judgment in a very short time. He stepped into the room quickly and picked up Curacao, who was holding his head and bending over in pain. At the same time, the automatically opened and closed door of the room slammed shut behind him.

"Are you okay? Duct tape? Are you ok?"

Three different languages ​​​​switch rapidly in his mouth.

However, Curacao, who was holding her head and groaning in pain, didn't know which one she understood. She suddenly raised her head without warning, and the golden light in her eyes flickered like a dim light bulb in an old apartment building.